Top 464 Days Quotes

They say such nice things about people at their funerals that it makes me sad that I’m going to miss mine by just a few days.

We all have those days when you feel like you’re against the world, every little thing goes wrong and your blood pressure is up. And you feel like punching somebody!

I guess I invented extended warranties, because that’s all we had to sell at Chrysler in those days.

A diplomat these days is nothing, but a head waiter who is allowed to sit down occasionally.

If you find yourself waiting for the weekend to approach, then it means that you are not happy for at least five days a week.

Election days come and go. But the struggle of the people to create a government which represents all of us and not just the one percent – a government based on the principles of economic, social, racial and environmental justice – that struggle continues.

The first musical sound I ever heard was from a banjo. My father played, and I was an infant in a crib, and something just stayed with me from those early days.

I have had playmates, I have had companions; In my days of childhood, in my joyful school days – All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I’ve spent many birthdays on a movie set, all great days.

My life has been inspired by Mahatma Gandhi from the days of my childhood.

I had a hit single on the radio for 30 days before I graduated from high school.

When I work fourteen hours a day, seven days a week, I get lucky.

I’m not someone who plays hard to get. This whole thing about ‘Oh, let’s exchange numbers’ and then people wait four or five days before they call you? I don’t see the point. If you feel something, why would you let that pass? You only live once.

You’ve to celebrate the good days because there are brutal days that make the good ones sweet.

It is not like I want all my films to run for more than 100 days. But I can’t stand it when my movie is criticized.

People have been predicting the death of philosophy since the 17th century. When I was a student, people were saying, ‘We’re in the last days of philosophy.’ Then we were told in the ’60s it would be replaced by sociology, then by literary criticism.

I was a mailman walking in the snow six days a week, 12-hour days. Every two weeks, I’d get a check for $228.

When an international news organization covers a story in Somalia, Yemen, Sudan or wherever, they will fly a crew to go there, spend a few days, interact with some officials and analysts, most of the time English-speaking elite, and file the story and go home.

No jealousy their dawn of love overcast, nor blasted were their wedded days with strife; each season looked delightful as it past, to the fond husband and the faithful wife.

When I look at my life and the lives of my female friends these days – with our dizzying number of opportunities and talents – I sometimes feel as though we are all mice in a giant experimental maze, scurrying around frantically, trying to find our way through.

Ireland, in breadth, and for wholesomeness and serenity of climate, far surpasses Britain; for the snow scarcely ever lies there above three days: no man makes hay in the summer for winter’s provision, or builds stables for his beasts of burden… the island abounds in milk and honey.

You know, I looked at my face in the mirror this morning, and I like being old. My face has more content and when I train in the gym now, I am not training to be strong or handsome – just better than I was yesterday. These days the race is just against myself.

Sci-fi has never really been my bag. But I do believe in a lot of weird things these days, such as synchronicity. Quantum physics suggests it’s possible, so why not?

I can imagine few things more trying to the patience than the long wasted days of waiting.

One can’t predict the weather more than a few days in advance.

You have to be smart. The easy days are over.

He thinks with regret of the great days when he could at harvest time at least go down into Hungary and work on the big estates and bring back, as his wage, a side of bacon for the winter. That was wealth, to him.

I’ve never done a film before where every single person in the audience knows the ending. I mean suspense, twists are almost impossible these days. People are blogging your endings from their cinema seats.

I was raised on T.V. dinners because in those days, they were considered a well-balanced meal. And when I was sick, my mother fed me beef-barley soup and peanut butter sandwiches. That’s about it for childhood food memories.

Back in my days as a chemistry student, I used to be quite a technocrat. I was firmly convinced that scientists would have cornered God and photographed Him in color by 1951.

For sheer excitement, a weekend in New York is unbeatable. Arrive on Friday morning, leave on Monday night, and don’t worry about jet lag – just buzz for four days.

If I don’t practice one day, I know it; two days, the critics know it; three days, the public knows it.

I’m addicted to my iPhone and get a game for it every few days.

I’ll do manicures, but I won’t wear nail polish because I don’t have time to change it, and I chip my nail polish so quickly. I cannot last three days! I think it’s the typing and the use – or overuse – of tech. I’m the chip queen!

Leadership can not be measured in a poll or even in the result of an election. It can only be truly seen with the benefit of time. From the perspective of 20 years, not 20 days.

The turning point was when I hit my 30th birthday. I thought, if really want to write, it’s time to start. I picked up the book How to Write a Novel in 90 Days. The author said to just write three pages a day, and I figured, I can do this. I never got past Page 3 of that book.

When I look back at some of the Chicks stuff, it’s the early stuff we did where we kind of giggle and go, ‘You know what? Those were the good old days.’

I have those days when takeout is the direction we go.

Don’t be fooled by the calendar. There are only as many days in the year as you make use of.

There are days I’m feeling lazy, and my mom will remind me, ‘Beyonce also only has 24 hours during the day.’ That always keeps me going.

The years teach much which the days never know.

We are to seek wisdom and understanding only in the length of days.

I probably have a club in my hands 360 days a year, one way or another, playing with friends or just fiddling around or hitting balls.

I am bipolar, and I am proud. And that is why I wanted to write a book. To shine a light on mental illness, to be vulnerable about the days I let it take control and paid dearly for it, and to tell anyone fighting a similar battle: You are not alone. You are not broken.

My natural disposition is pretty joyful, but you know, I have bad days and sad moments like anybody else.

A kestrel can and does hover in the dead calm of summer days, when there is not the faintest breath of wind. He will, and does, hover in the still, soft atmosphere of early autumn, when the gossamer falls in showers, coming straight down as if it were raining silk.

Creativity is not about making 30 songs in 30 days. It’s never about demand and supply. No one can possibly do that.

Quincy Jones’ autobiography ‘Q’ is very good. Because he’s a master at music, he’s one of our greatest composers, and its good for him to have a book and tell the good ole days when he was with Duke Ellington, Count Basie, Sarah Vaughan and Ray Charles.

Celebrity these days is completely for sale; it’s not remotely mysterious. But there’s something that remains glamorous and mysterious about royalty.

I feel sorry for kids these days. They get so much homework. Remember the days when we put a belt around our two books and carried them home? Now they’re dragging a suitcase. They have school all day, then homework from six until eleven. There’s no time left to be creative.

I think that technology is the best thing that ever happened to mankind. It’s an absurd notion that somehow, ‘My God, what are we going to do when driverless cars come along?’ It’s going to save lives on the road. And maybe, one day, we’ll all be working four days a week and not five or six days a week.

It is right that he too should have his little chronicle, his memories, his reason, and be able to recognize the good in the bad, the bad in the worst, and so grow gently old down all the unchanging days, and die one day like any other day, only shorter.

I have the same bedroom I’ve always had. It’s clean and tidy when I get home, and after two or three days it gets messy and my mother nags me.

The more real and genuine we are about ourselves, the more others will know that there is no shame in struggling, or feeling low, or anxious or having bad days – we all have them.

My mother was Catholic, my father was Protestant. There was always a debate going on at home – I think in those days we called them arguments – about who was right and who was wrong.

I will never forget my beautiful days with you in Shanklin, they are certainly the most pleasant ones of my life. Look, I have tears in my eyes just to think about it. I am furious to be here, it is the end of happiness for a whole year.